Jane is, well, obsessed with Dora the Explorer. I honestly believe she would watch it from sun up to sun down if we let her. I knew it was bad the day that Jane pointed to a picture of a volcano, and said "Cano." My heart fluttered.
What a smart little girl I have, I thought. I assumed Mike must have taught my future member of Mensa the word, but no, the girl with the football-shaped head did.
Our mornings now consist of Jane running me the remote, shouting "Ree-ra" and running back to the couch, where she sits...waiting...staring...at the blank TV screen.
It's a phase. I tell myself.
Oh, PLEASE, let it be a phase.
Maybe I should count myself lucky. A girl with a football head is better than a creepy, purple dinosaur anyday.
